Prologue

Fire Starter

I found this on a disk of my old fiction and decided to post it since I'm having been updating my other fiction much. This is a slightly altered rendition of a fiction I wrote a long time ago for a different show and ship. It's nothing special and not all that original, but I hope it will be fun to read.

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Chapter 1

He looked out the gate where a private plane was waiting, while a crowd of paparazzi began to horde in on a petite blonde with a great set legs and a dress so short he knew if she bent over that sweet ass of hers would fall out. She was doing an excellent job of blocking out her harassers, but he didn't appreciate the manhandling from one relentless VH1 consultant. She had to pry her wrist from him and literally force her way past a painfully thin fauxhawk wearing chick from SPIN magazine who was asking stupid questions about lyrics from a song.

He still wasn't sure why he had taken this job. He didn't even like celebrities and from what he had seen of this one, she was a haughty, little bitch with a smartass mouth. Hell, he hadn't even heard any of her music. He bet she sung some of that angry chick music or some stupid bubble gum pop. He needed to get the hell out of there in a hurry, but he sighed and slouched because he couldn't abandon his impending doom. He had already been rewarded handsomely to put up with her or he would have ditched her before she made it to the airport. He sighed deeply and traveled down through the gate after flashing his credentials to the security guard. Then he made his way his way through the thick mob to assist the popular young lady when a few camera men tried to surround her.

"Well, Scott. It's time to meet Haley James." He groaned inwardly and marched past the pathetic airline security and crazed groupies trying to get their own glimpse of the singer. He moved like a graceful cat past the lights, cameras, and microphone bearing mass until he finally reached the lightweight superstar. She recognized the security pass around his neck immediately and made brief eye contact with him.

For a moment, he forgot his mission and got lost in her caramel saucers. They were entrancing. Yet, he shook off the unexpected and unyielding attraction and his experience kicked in. He gathered his arms around her slender waist and used his large and muscular form to create a barrier between her and the annoying reporters that were scattered about like cockroaches.

When she realized her feet were off the ground and his arms were gently leading her up the stairs and into the aircraft. He placed her in the aisle between the cockpit and the kitchen. The narrow walkway left their bodies in close proximity. Although neither would normally consider the other their type, each was suddenly overcome with a sudden craving for the other that was felt deep in the pit of their stomachs and made them tingle all over.

Her doe eyes looked up to meet the sexiest blue peepers in the universe and her well manicured hands lay flat on his cotton shirt. She could feel the firm muscles underneath and bit her lip. She leaned in close, nervously chewing on her mouth.

He licked his lips, feeling his heart beat as if it were going to plummet out of his chest. Her soft full lip were centimeters from his when out of the blue, his back was planted against the wall and her eyes darkened, bubbling like two brewing cups of tea as her pretty pink pucker turned down into a frown. Her knee met his groin twice and the seductive grin rejoined her beautiful face. He slightly doubled over and winced.

"What the hell?"

He gasped for air and held his aching equipment as she stood sideways and hovered over him.

"I was doing fine without you back there. I didn't need rescuing! If I'm going to be forced to have you around, keep your distance and back the hell off!" She shouted and sashayed down the aisle, rambling on and on to herself about the new guy.

Where does Marvin find these jackasses? He had the nerve to manhandle me like that. This one has to be the worst!

He tilted his head and watched her slouch down into a leathery chair, crossing her well toned calves and folding her arms across her ample breast. Her steaming tiger eyes were shooting darts at him. He forced a sexy smirk just to infuriate her more.

"God, I know I have done some bad things in my life, but what did I do to deserve her? What the hell have you got me into, Mouth? This will never work!" He mumbled and slid down the wall to a seated position.

Haley sat shaking her pretty head and rolling her eyes at new assistant, slash body guard.

Nathan was seated in one of the plush chairs that lined one side of the luxury plane; a few feet from the bucket seat that she had chosen that faced the front of the plane. His head was tilted back against the headrest and he hadn't said a word since their earlier meeting.

She sneered at him when he reached up to adjust the ear buds to his Ipod and relaxed his tall athletic form in the soft seat. Usually, male or female her assistants wore pricey business attire or trendy name brand clothes, but he looked like just came off a local basket ball court. His light blue t-shirt fit firmly to his muscular chest and his navy track pants fit him perfectly. She had to admit the man was attractive, but Haley had learned long ago that looks didn't mean shit.

He mouthed the words to a hip hop hit, completely content. He hadn't even mentioned their earlier dispute and ignored her. She hated his lack of attention. Usually she was laying down the law by now about needing her space and not forgetting she was still the boss, but she couldn't bitch at the uninterested. It just pulled all the excitement out of the whole thing. Damn funsucker!

Ten minutes later, she couldn't get the stupid Run DMC tune out of her head. She got up to yell at him. Whatever his name was this time.

She wouldn't give this one a week. He just sat there collecting dust. He wasn't begging for her attention or pretending to be the perfect assistant. He hadn't fawned all over her about her beauty or talent. She didn't even know if he was awake. His eyes were closed! He had to go before the day ended.

She opened her mouth to tell him just that and the phone rang. It was about time. "Marvin?" She questioned knowingly.

"You're amazing agent at your service, Ms. James!" He responded sweetly, knowing she would be irate; she always was on NEW ASSISTANT DAY.

"Amazing my Ass! You're still lame. Tell me my accountant ran off with all my money! Tell me I don't have a dollar to my name!" She demanded.

Mouth rubbed his neck. This was going to be worst than he thought. He was sure it would be going better than this with Nathan. Women loved this guy.

"Sorry, you're still loaded. Why?" He said calmly.

"Because you hired some washed up basketball player as my right hand! He's wearing Nike's, Marvin! Is he homeless? Oh my God, does he have a drug problem!" She panicked for a moment. "Well, if it's the first one, you can just write him a check. If it's the second call The Cleaner. Either choice, get him the heck out of my life!"

"First of all, he isn't a bum, or washed up...far from it! Besides, you can't be choosey, James. You've gone through twenty one assistance and seven security guards in two years. You blacklisted yourself!" He said plainly. "Nate's putting up with you as a favor to me." He stated honestly, hoping for once Haley would see the reality of the situation.

"Marvin, when I signed with you, I thought it was understood that I was an adult now! I don't need a fucking chaperone anymore! I get followed around enough without paying someone to do it!"

She made sure Nick or Norbit or whatever the hell his name was could hear, but his eyes remained shut as he daydreamed about binding her pretty mouth with the Ace bandage in his luggage so he could take a nap.

Marvin scoffed. "Humph! The last time you went out "unattended" you ended up in a Ohio precinct charged with public drunkenness, simple battery and indecent exposure!

She was quick to counter his argument. "Oh, please that guy at the bar shouldn't have grabbed my ass. Besides, they don't know how to bring it in Cleveland, party poopers! It really wasn't that big of a deal.''

Marvin slammed his fist down on his desk, before commenting into the speaker phone. "You stripped down to you underwear in Gucci store and walked around trying on sundresses, Haley!"

She was quiet while he took a deep breath. He had to bring that up!

"Haley, just be civil as a favor to me…….please! Nathan has plenty of other things he could be occupying his time with, but I told him how important you and your safety are to me. With your reputation for being difficult, I couldn't get a prison guard to quit there job and work for you. "

"It's not my fault others can't accept I'm opinionated. If the goons you pick can't handle real women or all the chicks you picked were so sensitive, that's not my issue." was her curt snap.

"What you did to Millicent was plain cruel and you know it, Haley! That's why I had to stop female companionship for you all together. The only woman that can handle you is

your sister, Taylor!"

Haley shrugged over the phone and pouting her glossy lips as if Mouth could see her.

"I didn't mean to, I swear!" She acknowledges sweetly and Nathan took in all her actions.

Damn, this woman was going to be handful! He pondered after seeing her cute pouting.

"Haley you badgered the guys for being gentlemen, holding the door for you or pulling out your chair because you're so afraid someone won't see you as an independent woman. I'm all for feminism but you're making men hate women. I'm surprised Nathan hasn't called to quit yet...He did get on the plane with you?"

She stopped directly in front of Nathan's seat. Facing the opposite direction she put her left hand on her hip and her right hand held the phone to her ear.

The dark haired man tried to block the wench from his memory, but she wouldn't disappear. His eyes were soon scanning her from the seductive black Stilettos she was wearing over her incredible legs, around and her extremely nice ass. To be thin she did have some serious curves, but she was still a little too small for his liking. He preferred a woman with some height.

When his own stomach started to rumble, he wondered the last time she had eaten and if it were more than some dry Cheerios or a few carrot sticks. He knew women in Haley's field would do anything to maintain their weight. Was she the type?.

One thing was for sure if he was going to be stranded with her for a few weeks, he would be doing the cooking.

"Haley! Answer me! Is Nathan on board or not?" Marvin persisted and she finally responded with a huff.

"Yes, okay! He's here, whether I want him here or not!" she moped. "Do you know he's wearing a t-shirt? Why couldn't you at least pick someone who owns a dress shirt or listens to music from this century?" she whined. "Wait! I would be a good little singer if we could stop and pick Peyton and Brooke in New York. I'm sure they would love to join me. Pleeeeeeaaaaaasssse!" She begged.

Marvin sat up at the large mahogany desk and looked over several newspaper spreads, each included pictures of Brooke, Peyton and Haley sloppy drunk and sharing a three way kiss in a hot tub. He dropped the New York Times.

"No, Haley. They're one of main reason for this little hiatus in the first place! We need to get you away from the public eye for now." He scolded.

She stamped her foot and pouted.

"But they're my friends! What's the big freaking deal about kissing them? I thought guys got off on seeing women make out with each other. It's not like we were naked, full on body contact and getting it on! They do that on their own time." She spat, frustrated by all the hype surrounding the scandal.

Marvin understood and respected her loyalties to her friends, his friends too. After all, she dumped her agent and went under him two years ago because he was fresh out of college and couldn't represent a clown at the circus, but she put her trust in him. Two months later, Brooke and Peyton Davis-Sawyer followed suit. Unfortunately, business had to override friendship or Haley could loose her whole career. He changed his approach, soothing his voice.

"I told you, Haley, Love. Your image was built upon being the girl next door, it doesn't look good when you get caught hanging out with a pair of openly lesbian, married actresses. Brooke used to be a major porn star for God sakes! Not to mention that slutty girl style you've been sporting lately and bitchy attitude isn't helping... No one wants to work with you, Sweetie... I know you're pissed that didn't let you use any of your songs on the last album and you've been stuck singing about pre-teen love and sunny days and daddy's credit card. You need to reevaluated and let this gossip die down before you start on the new album in a few weeks."

She hated when he was right. Shit! She cursed under her breath.

Her arms were protectively folded around her and she dropped back in the oversized seat, causing her blouse to rise to just below her belly button. She inhaled deeply and her full chest protruded out. Her long, straight golden tresses swung like a chime as she shook her head defensively.

Nathan attempted to force his vision away from her, but he was desperate to touch the tiny, bratty, and tough woman that had tried to break his family jewels earlier.

He knew her hair would feel like silk over his rough hands and her full rack was as soft as down. He shook off his thoughts, chalking them up to having not been with women for months.

Fuck! I need to get laid! He shunned himself; surely he could find a hot little number in Hawaii to satisfy his craving.

He laughed at the thought of sharing Haley's bed. He pictured her lying comfortably on an ice cube shaped bed with a headboard made of icicles. Brrrr! was the only word that came to mind.

"So now I'm being punished because I'm not Miss Perfect America? I'm a grown ass woman, Mouth! I can do what the fuck I want!" She screamed.

He returned the yell, flaring his big nostrils. "No you can't! You're a celebrity, Haley! A big star! You belong to the public now." He lowered his tone, trying to reason with the stubborn lass.

"Look at this way. You haven't had any real time off in years. This is just a vacation." He coerced.

"But... what will I do?" She relented, causing a smile while he crunched on a few antacid pills from the bottle on his desk.

"Anything you want, Haley. Write a couple new songs, read, shop, just have fun... Good clean, American girl fun!" He warned and she glanced over at Nathan, who was sniffing each of his underarms before looking pleased and lying back in his seat. She grimaced.

"Well that should be a problem as long as I'm stranded with your good friend Nathan!"

Scott overheard and looked over at her and licked his lips hungrily, causing a little squeal to emerge from her mouth. He could see the anger in her face and chuckled.

She turned up her nose and looked away. She hated the fact that she couldn't get a reaction out of him.

"Behave, Haley. Nathan is a great guy and one of my good friends. Be a sweet girl or he just might spank you. From what I hear you might enjoy it... Women love him!" Marvin sold and her entire body blushed.

"and some women have sex with farm animals and garden vegetables!...I on the other hand..." She said loudly.

Mouth slapped his hand against his forehead and reached for the Extra Strength Tylenol in the top drawer.

"Just put Nathan on the phone! Bye, Haley!" She stomped over to her guard, holding the cellular out slightly.

"Marvin wants to talk to you!"

He arose slowly and extremely close to the feisty siren. He was glad she was considered a great singer, because everything else that came out of her pie hole was painful to the ears.

He covered her hand with his much larger one, removing the phone from her fingers. He raised his head slightly and rose letting his warm breath blow as his lips positioned themselves close to her ear.

"Thanks, Hales." was his gravely response as she looked up and almost melted into a sea of stormy blue pools.

For once in her life, Haley James was rendered speechless and left to watch Nathan strut down the aisle towards the bathroom. She was curious and confused about her "jock" as she had deemed him. There was no way he could be fun. Could he? She wondered, chewing on her bottom lip.

Meanwhile, Nathan shut the door to the bathroom after entering and placed the phone to his ear.

"Mouth, when I see you, I am going to kick your ass! You are a fucking dead man walking!" Nathan raged. "You told me she was bad, but not the Antichrist! How could you stick me with a spoiled pop princess? People like her are exactly why I'm no longer a bodyguard. When we land in Hawaii all bets are off!" He proclaimed.

"This is unbelievable! "The" Nathan Scott is scared of 110 pounds of fire and beauty? I thought there were no women you couldn't handle. You're loosing your touch, Scott!" Mouth taunted.

"Dude, you know I like a good fire, but she's a five alarm and the hydrants aren't working! I just would rather use my charms to satisfy a woman in other ways……..and not that mean midget you have me babysitting."

"Well, you better figure out a way to protect the princess, Mario. We had an agreement and I've already made good on my end. You're not backing out!"

"Not only am I extremely grateful for what you did, but I'm a man of my word." He vowed. "But don't be surprised when I snap her pretty little neck. You better get me a damn good lawyer!"

He remarked with seriousness before ending the call. Marvin slammed his own phone down, dropping his head in his hands and letting out a strangled scream. Maybe he should give Nathan a pass knowing that Haley James had just begun to fight. He prayed silently. Please, God. Don't let them kill each other.

During the last hour of their flight to Oahu, Nathan went into the overhead compartment and pulled out a pilot bag. He opened it and removed the contents before heading down the aisle and stopping where Haley was lounging in an oversized leather chair watching reruns of Psych. She giggled as Gus tried to tell Shawn he didn't want to go into the haunted looking house.

Nathan couldn't help but smile to himself as her dainty feet dangled and she spun herself in the chair during the commercial, making herself giddy. She was cute when she was mute. He placed an auburn wig, a crocheted hat, matching poncho and baggy jeans on the ottoman in front of her.

"Get dressed. We'll be landing shortly."

Her mouth fell open and she scrunched up her nose after examining the garments in front of her.

"Do I look like a nerd to you?" She glared at him. "I'd rather hang myself than to wear that crap."

Don't tempt me! He thought but remained in control.

"No one asked what you thought, Hales." He stated coolly and returned to his seat.

The blonde didn't give his demands a second thought, returning to her television program.

"Stop acting like a whiny child and hurry up, Hales!" He insisted stalking back over to her and throwing the items in her lap.

"It doesn't make me a brat because I refuse to wear an ugly ass poncho." She deduced, pushing the offensive clothing to the floor. "Oh….and it's Ms. James to you, buddy!"

He retrieved the materials and pushed them back in her lap.

"Look, you're supposed to be lying low. I'm just trying to get you to the private bungalow without pictures of you being plastered all over the internet before you unpack." He tried to reason, but Haley raised the volume on the television with the remote to drown him out.

Before he realized it, he had her pinned beneath him in the big bouncy chair. He snatched the remote and cut off the TV without facing the fifty inch monitor. They stared each other down, both panting heavily, lips merely inches apart and hearts racing like jack hammers, until Haley started to feel self-conscious and began to squirm. Unintentionally, she brushed her breast against his muscular chest; which created a delicious friction. Immediately, Nathan let her go and started to get up. But not before Haley punched him in the nose.

"Stay off me you pervert!" She screams as she sat up and started straightening her blouse and hair.

Lightheaded and in temporary pain, Nathan staggered to the seat across from her. "I was trying to get your attention, not your, your! Humph! Never mind! Why are you so fucking difficult?" He charged completely frustrated by more than her sassiness.

"I'm not. I just don't like being bossed around. Besides, if I'm in disguise no one will know who I am. I enjoy meeting my fans." She grinned with excitement.

Nathan ran his hands through his hair and pursed his lips into a fine line. He would rather have his eyes poked out by a raven than to be stuck with Haley James one minute longer. Never had he wanted to do strangle a woman and screw her brains out simultaneously, until this wacky songstress came along. With pleasure, he couldn't stop himself from contemplating doing both to her over and over. The she cleared her throat, staring at him skeptically. Damn, she was a cock blocker too! He would have to save his fantasy for later.

"Do you hear yourself? There will be not mingling with fans, press or anyone else, Hales! You're supposed to be in seclusion. No one is to know you're here!"

"Opps. I forgot about that." She muttered miserably and angered with the thought of being stranded with Nathan for days.

However, Haley also knew when to back down. She was already in enough trouble. If Nathan quit, she wasn't sure what Mouth would force her to do to clean up her image. Against her better judgment, she took another look at the merchandise.

"Can't I just put on some of my own clothes?"

Surprised with her co-operation, Nathan eyed her suspiciously from head to toe. Was she blushing?"

"Oh hell no, we're trying to draw attention AWAY from you! Just change into what I gave you before we have to buckle up for the landing." He commanded "and don't make me have to come and check on you.

"It's ninety degrees in Hawaii, Jock Strap! Everyone is going to wonder who the idiot dressed for winter from the lost and found box!" She placed her hands on the curves of her hips and stomped her foot and glared at him. Nathan continued to observe her, obviously not backing down.

"Fine, you look like the type that likes a good show, why don't I change right here? I bet you would get off on that, slime ball!"

"Trust me, you're not that entertaining, Ms. James." He lied with his arms across his wide chest as he chuckled nervously. Oh God, the images running through his head! She may be scantily dressed, but he was sure there was something left for his imagination underneath those clothes. Too bad she would never tell her that. "I have never been that desperate, and no matter how hot they could possibly look naked, I don't do virgins!"

The ladies eyes widened with shock for only a second before she denied his brutally honest assessment. "Rock stars aren't innocent, Nathan! We live to party! Hell, I would probably even do you, if you let me duct tape your mouth." She flirted brushing a finger along his lip.

He shook her off.

"Didn't you see the pictures of my little threesome with Jen and Jack? Don't be jealous of me because of your lack of experience"

He shook his head and stood. He gathered her disguise his large arms.

"Sorry, I'm not an expert at masturbation." He sneered sarcastically. "Give yourself a hand." He raised a brown and started laughing lowly. "Oops, I meant a round of applause."

Haley tried to lunge at him, but he caught her by the shoulders and twisted her around so she was facing the bathroom. "Now quit your rambling, Hales and take your sweet untouched ass in the restroom and change. You must stay away from your fans...God only knows how YOU got any!"

He whispered the last part, but she still heard him. Usually she didn't care what other people thought, but suddenly she felt defensive.

"One, stop calling me, Hales. Two, I work my but off when it comes to my profession and I deserve my accolades. I'm a good singer, no a great singer and I have five Grammy's to show it!" She boasted, but the tall and handsome man didn't seem impressed. He shoved the outfit into her now folded arms.

"sure, whatever. You're a regular Mariah Carey. Could you go put on the poncho now, Hales?" letting his hands linger on hers for a moment.

She took a step back, not understanding why she shivered every time they touched.

"My name is Haley, Hal-ey! You might have trouble keeping track of your whore's names, but I'm not on that list."

He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his hand down his face. "I get it, Ms. James. Now, please go change, Hales.

She smiled fully in spite of herself, no one called her that, but it sounded so good rolling off his tongue. She began to ponder what else he could do with that tongue? Stop it, Haley! Of course, she refused to let him know this.

"Haaallll-eeeyyy! Hal-ey is my name." She pointed out like a parent talking to a three year old.

Suddenly, his large hands reached for her. He gently took hold of her arm and drew her closer to him, taking in the beautiful features of her face. He couldn't stop himself from gently stroking her ear lobe with the pad of his rough thumb.

"I'm calling you Hales and that's the end of it! Now do as you're told before we get ready to land." He slapped her ass and returned to his seat.

She obeyed his wishes without a single protest, walking in a fog to her destination. Why did he have such an impact on me? She pondered. His presence was starting to freak her out, but not in a bad way. It was more like a powerful, exhilarating and refreshing feeling. She blinked hard and blamed the butterflies in her stomach on jet lag. There was no way a guy like Nathan Scott did that to her. Right?

As she reached the door of the lavatory, she turned and pointed a finger at the male caught staring after her. Yet she didn't seem to notice. "Don't think we're going to become friends for a second, Nathan Scott. I'm just following orders until we get to the bungalow, so Marvin won't have a cow." She revealed.

He wasn't sure why he felt so disappointed.

"Then stay the hell out of my way!" She yelled.

"Don't worry, Hales. I don't want to be your friend." He shouted back and smirked as he took a seat and tried to figure out why such a vile little girl was running him ragged and why he was beginning to love every moment of it.

Pamela